Gets Becky's attention fast!"What! Kyley?" she asks while holding my arm to keep me in my seat."Sorry...I was 'feeling' out again and that 'evil' here...just knows? I amhere and reached for me in a big way!" WELL then, don't do that anymore!' she near shrieks in my ear.I nod back to her, as the cart stops and the others get out. Becky and Ifollow them to a room. As we enter this new section. I can feel the'wards' allover the entrance at the doors edge. We the all walk down ashort...but large. I stopped her, and by lifting her legs one at a time, I removed the shoes from her tiny feet, before taking her hand and guiding her into the far more serene restaurant. Sitting at a table that overlooked the water, we ordered from the seafood menu, and I watched her wolf down the food so quickly she almost choked on several different occasions. All the while, only non-verbal gestures were the essence of our conversations. While we were putting away some sort of rum coated pastry, I pointed. Jim remembered being the US President, and not having information this good, or this detailed. He remembered having his Air Force One pilot land in area 51, so he could take a look around, himself. He found some pretty amazing things there. It was, after all, the main secret testing grounds for all secret weapons, and weapons systems. But, not once did he find any alien technology; or, for that matter an alien ship, or the wreckage of one. He hadn't looked everywhere, but he was pretty sure. She held out thedelicate garment, and I slowly removed the camisole and Linda instructedme on how to put the bra on, properly, not putting it on backwards. Ittook me several attempts, but I finally got it hooked behind me, andLinda then adjusted the straps so it fit better. I was told to put thecamisole back on, as it was now mine, too. I looked in the mirror, andthe lacy pink bra that showed through the semi-sheer white nylon of thecami made me look even more girly, and even more.